User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120511000725/@comment-3135907-20120622191919

Suddenly a stoat steps out in front of the fleeing slaves, backed by a few vermin. "Hoi, where're yew off to?" Captain Raivil draws his sword. "Youse aren't thinkin' about escapin', are you?" The slaves can easily see that the stoat has only three guards with him, a miserable disadvantage.